Jenna Ortega Legs

"Oh my," he smirked, his fingers tracing circles on my trembling thighs. "You're already so wet, yet you pretend you don't want this..." My innocent eyes remained fixed on him, my lips frozen in silence. "Now, spread your legs for me, Nurse Eva," he commanded, his tone firm. "It's time to have me treated..." *** After being wrongly accused and rejected by her mate, Eva Chapman finds herself entangled with a mysterious Alpha who saves her from her misery. He takes her in, offering refuge from the ridicule she faced, but at a steep price. Desperate for revenge against those who wronged her, Eva agrees to care for the Alpha like a nurse tends to her patient, even if it means surrendering to his desires.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

“Shouldn’t the people who put you in this state pay for their sins before you decide to die or not?” the owner of the hands that had gripped her legs growled in a low deep voice. Alora immediately recognised the voice, causing her to turn to look at him. “Take my hands now, Alora and I will let them wipe the very dirt on your shoes with their tongues…” Alora Vancleef had it all, wealth? fame? beauty? Intelligence? She lacked none. She was the only daughter of the richest man in the city and the wife of the successful CEO, Eliaz Deutchmond of Los Angelos. She believed her husband was the perfect husband to have ever lived until he showed her his true colors after her father’s death. Alora never expected the man she so much loved and adored to impregnate her stepsister, steal her inheritance, divorce and throw away their five years of marriage like a piece of trash all in a day! Just when she thought she had seen it all, Eliaz connived with Cynthia, killed and ended the little life that was growing inside her! Betrayed, broken and tired of living, Alora resorted to death as an escape to the pain she was feeling. While standing on the roof of the hospital building, she was about ending it all when a big muscled hands appeared from nowhere and gripped her legs firmly. Who is this mysterious man? Will Alora trust him enough to give life a second chance? What happens when the unexpected happens and now this mysterious figure doesn't want to let Alora go even after everything? Read to find out more…..

My legs were shaking and my heart was beating so fast as I entered the chambers. It was a little dark inside and I could hardly see anything. "Ly..Lycan..you sent for me.." I said with a shaky voice. That familiar scent hit my nostrils, making me grow excited and assaulting my senses. I could feel myself gradually growing wet underneath. "You.." I heard him say coldly and turned to his direction. He was sitting on a sofa beside his window. "Come here.." he commanded and I took slow strides to where he was. "What is your name?.." he asked Icily "Oli..Olivia, Olivia Gael.." I stuttered. "I Kayden Enzo of the paxon pack reject you Olivia Gael as my mate and Luna of my pack.." he said with no emotion. "What!!"

I never expected my powers to cause my mate to lose his legs and now he hates me. How to get him back? It sounds fun not until I realise I'm pregnant with his baby and he hates me to the core and now, I have to pretend as a slave to be with him. A slave he destroys as he pleases and now, it's his turn to pursue me back!

“Do you know a way out?” He asked, as he drove the sword through a guard running towards us. I flinched as his blood splattered all over us. When I did not answer, he looked at me again. “Do you know a way out, your highness?” I nodded. “Then run as fast as your legs can carry you. Do not turn back.” No. “I want to help.” The anger he felt from my words, could be seen as he attacked another guard all the while shielding me from the sword of the enemy. “RUN.” He said his eyes glaring into my soul, fear touching every cell of mine yet somehow his presence wanted me to believe that I had no other option than to run.

Alex, a CEO and university professor, struggles with his disabled legs, leading him to be harsh on himself and others. Claire, the daughter of a prostitute, feels low self-esteem and faces numerous challenges in her life with nothing to offer. They are afraid to approach each other, yet their hearts yearn to be together. 'I never chose to love her; my heart did, and I was powerless against it.' 'Three years, thirty years, three hundred years... as long as your heart still loves me, I will still be here waiting for you.'

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

“Take off your pants and lie on the bed, and spread your legs for me,” Kayden commanded, and Aria frantically shook her head.  “Kayden, please stop this madness! Why must you force a woman who obviously hates you to do this? I'm your brother's wife, damnit!” She yelled defiantly.  Kayden approached her like a beast cornering its prey.  Aria took steps back in fear and stumbled when her legs hit the bed behind her, causing her to fall on top of it with her back lying flat on the bed.  Kayden's eyes were cold and lifeless as he grabbed the ‘arm and leg bind’ before pouncing on her. His knees hovered over her, pinning her petite body underneath his. ~~~~~~ Have you met identical twins that are so identical you can hardly tell them apart?  Well?... Imagine getting married to one twin, but due to a string of events, you end up in bed with your husband's twin.  Ariana Gray's night of passion with her husband had just ended when she found out the man she slept with was her husband's twin.  Ariana thought since the bastard took advantage of her ignorance and had his way with her, they could just pretend it never happened and return to how everything was previously, but what happens when the jerk decides one time is not enough?  Would Ariana risk it all and tell her husband the truth?  ***  Kaden Hunt was the cursed twin of the Hunt family, A.K.A the bad seed. He was treated like scum by his family and was always hidden from the outside world, losing his woman in the process.  What happens when Kayden finally gets a chance to leave the shadows?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.